stars and horses there must be a connection
to wonder under inky night
cold meteors and manes
nostrils flare
frost shocks
white breath
the gravity of horses
a mountain shroud
surrounds the desert horizon
the gravity of gods cloaked
in black silk
comes and goes
hooves crash
sweet pools
of solace form
and mirror the constellations
and quiet moon
midnight mass
an ancient peace
gravity comes again
and heals me
a comforting snort
and nudge at my back,
I stumble forward into
the firmament
the invisible centaur
I am
~B